Running into Spiderwebs…

While we’re on the subject of spiders: today I annihilated one of their webs with my face.

Leave your accolades at home, folks – this is nothing to be congratulatory about. This was literally the worst thing that has ever happened to me while running.*

All I did was try to run between two trees, trees that were probably a good four feet from each other. How was I to know I was going to plant my face in the meticulous handiwork of a Columbia Park spider? I squealed with discomfort, spent a quarter mile pulling stringy spider substance off my face and doing everything I could to shake that eery “there-is-surely-a-spider-crawling-in-my-hair” feeling.

Fast Forward to 6 hours later. I was at Barnes & Noble over lunch when I realized my glasses were a little blurry. I took them off to clean them when I saw six very light, evenly distributed, streaks laying vertically across my left lens. At first I thought I’d somehow faintly cracked my lens six times…but then I realized what it was: Spiderweb.

AHH! Creepy!! I had traces of spiderweb on me for six hours! Six hours!

Now that we have that out of the way, how are you?

*False. While this was certainly unnerving, nothing beats a good dog attack.